Dao Lord raised a hand, and a clear gray divine radiance shone forth. At first glance, that grayish hue looked utterly ordinary, like common light—without the dazzling, endlessly resplendent riot of colors produced by great powers unfolding their arts, nor the boundless, inexhaustible charm flowing from a single color creating all things.
Instead, it appeared mundane and plain, like the simplest thing in the world.
Yet precisely because of that, it was all the more terrifying.
Just as the King of Light had displayed before—omniscience that was not omniscience, thought that was not thought—the "simplicity" displayed by Dao Lord's emissary at this moment was not inferior in the slightest. Upon closer contemplation, it seemed to contain something even more horrifying.
Compared to it, the eight light beings from before using speck-of-dust energy to achieve an effect as radiant as the sun was no longer much at all.
The grayish light shot from Dao Lord's palm. With a gentle turn, it transformed into a stream of gray air. As it revolved, the power of an entire dimension naturally gathered upon it, melted together and forged into one.
Myriad Dimensional Strings trembled madly at this instant, on the verge of completely returning to unity.
This was Dao Lord's divine ability!
It was no longer merely turning decay into magic. It shattered countless theorems and common principles, overturned innumerable rules and laws. Even existence and nonexistence, those two absolutes, became blurred at this moment.
At this instant, throughout the multiverse and across dimensional spacetime, every living being still alive could not help but stare fixedly at that gray stream of air. Even the four great experts, their faces twisted, forgot to struggle. All their minds and all their attention were focused upon that gray current.
In their eyes, that gray stream was neither